I was given the contraceptive soup and became the emperor's white moonlight

The rain that had been falling for most of the night finally stopped. Su Minglang sat on a barely usable wooden bench that she had finally found. The person opposite her was staring at her without blinking. The expectation in his eyes made her unable to dodge or avoid it.

"Because..." Su Minglang smiled faintly and opened her mouth, but she didn't know how to continue. God knows why she knew that there was another person here besides that little guy?

Do you want her to say that she cheated it? Don't be ridiculous.

"Because why?" The little guy always kept a distance from her. Even though the lights were dim, Su Minglang seemed to be able to see the cautious look under his ragged clothes, ready to escape at any time.

"Because I have seen her." Su Minglang pulled the corners of his mouth to reveal a kind smile, "You two are dependent on each other, and that girl is not doing well, right?"

"Sister Xiao Zhu..." The little fellow on the other side was obviously touched by Su Minglang's tone, and couldn't help but feel a little sad, "It's all because of me, Sister Xiao Zhu..."

"Rustle, rustle"

There was a sudden flash in the bushes in the distance. The little fellow turned back in surprise without even saying goodbye. His limbs moved as if subconsciously, and in the blink of an eye he turned into a black shadow and disappeared into the bushes.

Before Su Minglang could react, the person opposite him disappeared.

"You are here indeed!" Xiao Ye poked his head out from the haystack, and when he walked to the front, he found that there was a blade of grass on his head.

Su Minglang reached out and plucked the leaves off her head, then asked helplessly, "Why are you here? Did I startle you when I came out?"

"No." Xiao Ye said unhappily, taking two steps back to avoid Su Minglang's hand. "Have you forgotten that you got seriously ill the last time you stayed here?"

"It's still raining, why did you run out?" Xiao Ye reached out and found that Su Minglang's coat was soaked as she expected. "Look, your clothes are soaked! You just recovered from your illness!"

"It's okay." Su Minglang held down her hand and saw that she also looked embarrassed. Fortunately, the rain in the sky was getting lighter and lighter at this time.

"You're still blaming me, but aren't your clothes soaked through?"

"Isn't it just to come out to find you?" Xiao Ye retorted dissatisfiedly.

"You shouldn't have come out." Su Minglang shook his head. "If someone saw you, how would you explain it?"

"Then how do you explain it, Madam?" Xiao Ye stood up and asked, "This is not a good place. What will you say if you are seen?"

"You said you didn't sleep so late at night, and you came all the way here to see the moon or the rain?"

"There won't be anyone here." Su Minglang said firmly.

"Didn't someone come last time?" Xiao Ye didn't believe her.

"Last time..." Su Minglang thought for a moment and laughed helplessly, "I'm afraid you and I were both fooled."

"What does your Majesty mean?" Now it was Xiao Ye's turn to be confused.

"Nothing, let's go. It's so late." Su Minglang looked at the sky, which was still gloomy as if it would collapse at any moment.

Xiao Ye didn't ask any more questions and followed her with the lantern in hand. Before leaving, Su Minglang even pulled out a hairpin from her head and threw it on the shabby wooden table.

Not long after the two left, the flickering candlelight in the room was extinguished by a gust of breeze.

The rain stopped, but the sky became increasingly gloomy. The two returned to Linglong Palace as the heavy rain ended. Xiaoye did not dare to disturb the palace servants, so he went to boil a pot of hot water. The two of them used the hot water to simply wash their bodies, and each held a large cup of hot tea and drank it before going to bed.

That serious illness not only frightened Su Minglang, but also the girls around him, and a shadow had already cast over their hearts.

The cold wind outside the house suddenly howled violently, making the windows bang. Su Minglang did not sleep well that night. The scenes of his previous life seemed to have happened just yesterday.

Blood splattered onto the scroll, and the sound of swords clashing came into her ears. Su Minglang watched the sharp, cold iron sword pierce deeply into her chest again and again, and the blood instantly soaked her skirt.

The magnificent scenery of the past receded before her eyes, and she seemed to have turned into an invisible and intangible soul, forever trapped in this gorgeous cage.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

A hurried voice seemed to come from the sky, and the eyes that had slowly closed suddenly opened. Su Minglang was startled by the screams, and sat on the bed with his back straight, protecting his neck tightly with both hands.

The expected suffocation did not come. A pair of eyes beside the bed slowly showed worry, "Master, what's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?"

"Hu, hu!" Su Minglang suddenly let go of his hands, gasping for breath as if he had been away from the air for a long time. The scene was too real, and even though he knew it was a nightmare, his hands couldn't help but go limp.

"It's just a dream." Su Minglang struggled to speak, not knowing whether he was comforting Xiaoye or comforting himself.

"Help me change my clothes." Su Minglang interrupted Xiao Ye's concern and said softly, "I've sweated a little. I can't wear clothes anymore."

Xiao Ye nodded when she heard that, and reached out to gently touch her forehead. Her forehead was covered with cold sweat, but fortunately there was no fever.

"My lady, would you like some hot water for you to bathe and change your clothes?"

"Okay." Su Minglang nodded, and dropped her feet to the ground, but she found that her sore legs and feet could no longer support her to stand up. She didn't want to make Xiaoye worry, so she simply lay back down, "You go down, I'll lie down for a while."

"Yes!" Xiao Ye responded and retreated. Before leaving, he looked at her worriedly and pursed his lips as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet. It had rained all night and the air was still damp in the morning. The palace maids did not open the windows in the house, and the sunlight poured in through the tightly closed window frames, but the room was still very dark.

Su Minglang closed her eyes tiredly and then opened them suddenly. The emptiness when she closed her eyes was like a bottomless whirlpool that was about to suck her soul in. The nightmare was true and false, mixed with her experiences in her past life, and it also added some different kinds of fear.

Especially the sharp blade that pierced her chest in the dream. In her previous life, she died at the hands of the prince. The rope was tightly bound around her neck, and the feeling of suffocation came like a tide. She didn't remember whether she struggled or not, and was soon swallowed up by the darkness.

She died peacefully, but in her dream, there were sounds of quarreling everywhere. Swords clashed with each other, and the sharp blades gleamed coldly beside her. The man opposite her who took her name had a blurry face and his features could not be seen clearly.

"Is this the end of my life?" Su Minglang seemed to feel the rope tied around her neck again. She stared blankly, not knowing what she was looking at through the void.